Sunday, August 26

Huge *.

Eek, moody.
It's always the same. Everytime I go out with __., there's nothing much I could get. Get naggings, have to talk sense into you therefore making a huge embarrassment of us within the stores. It attracts unwanted fucking bloody kpo singaporeans. I'm always embarrassed with yall, and worst, you're mine __. I feel like shit. I am th shit, shit man. Your taste and mine taste are totally different, so what fuck are you trying to do when you say that it's not nice? To you, it's not. To me, it is. So what fuck? WHAT FUCK? GETME?!
SO WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU EXPECT FROM ME? $10 FROM ALL THE 50 BUCKS YOU GAVE ME AND STILL SAY I SPEND SO MUCH? I EVEN HAVE TO DIG OUT MY OWN BLOODY SAVINGS TO SATISFY MY SHOPPING NEEDS. AND KNOW WHAT? I BLOODY BOUGHT NOTHING EXCEPT FOR TWO FUCKING OBJECTS AND THE REST IS FUCKING SPENT ON BLOODY FOOD PLUS THE FUCKING SERVICE AND GST CHARGE! FUCK I WANT MY NEW WALLET.
I totally sound like some bimbotic idiot.
Oh, and screw bangalas. They are everywhere. Once they are everywhere, they will touch you. Accidental or not, they are fucked up horny bastards.
Call me racist.

I need a bucket.

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